[He recognizes those buildings, making a mental map in his mind, calculating the angles, the distance.]
...Yeah. Yeah, I think I know where that is. Hang tight for a while, will you? I'll be there as quick as I can.
[He's already on the move - but it's not a simple beeline to Ayumu's location, as tempting as it is.]
It's the twenty-eighth, by the way. You were out a week.
["Out," like it was something as simple as a short vacation. Still, the words themselves are warm with affection in return, like a soft and comforting nuzzle. The more they talk, the less despair can be felt from his side.
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...Yeah. Yeah, I think I know where that is. Hang tight for a while, will you? I'll be there as quick as I can.
[He's already on the move - but it's not a simple beeline to Ayumu's location, as tempting as it is.]
It's the twenty-eighth, by the way. You were out a week.
["Out," like it was something as simple as a short vacation. Still, the words themselves are warm with affection in return, like a soft and comforting nuzzle. The more they talk, the less despair can be felt from his side.
Ayumu's alive.
The world is as it should be once more.]